What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.

Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.

No author ever spar'd a brother.

Who talks much, must talk in vain.

Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!